“Maybe we are supposed to break, so that through our cracks our flowers can grow.”

Simple moments, full of laughter, and loved ones, make life rich.

See me for all I am and all I am not and stay.

Let your life be the creation of art.

There should be laughter, and kisses and comfort.

Love is a choice our heart makes without our permission.

It is hard when a dream comes true but doesn’t last.

Stay close to the people that feel like home.

Try to believe that still within you are flowers left to bloom.

And whenever my mind wanders, it is always to you.

Your eyes was the color of forever.

Action illustrates desire.

Love holds on when everything else lets go.

There are stars in my heart shining for you.

You keep me at a distance when all I want to have you is close.

All I ever wanted with you was everything.

Step back and see who comes forward.

Human beings are never to be treated as a means but always as ends.

People go but how they left always stays.

Since the human race’s natural end is to make steady cultural progress, its moral end is to be conceived as progressing toward the better. And this progress may well be occasionally interrupted, but it will never be broken off.

My tongue is sour from the hunger of missing you.

Losing you was the becoming of myself.

Sex pleasure in women is a kind of magic spell; it demands complete abandon; if words or movements oppose the magic of caresses, the spell is broken.

It is so tiring to hate someone you love.

It is the last straw that breaks the camel’s back.